farking weekend...

title: farking weekend

mom: what you doing at the computer? play games or studying?

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me: not playing games la...

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mom: then what are you doing?

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me: look look see see la...

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mom: see what?

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me: AIYAH... YOU DON'T KNOW DE LA...

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mom: cut of your internet service then you know

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me: UP TO YOU LA... DON'T DISTURB ME LA!

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mom: no need do homework?

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me: LATER LA...

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mom: everytime later

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me: HAIYO... I SAY LATER DEN LATER LA... YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND IXXIT?!

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mom: SHOUT... SHOUT SOMEMORE!

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continue....

there goes my peaceful weekend afternoon... why are mothers like this de... cannot tahan them lehz... not dat i wan to be rude or wad to shout at them but their nagging very irritating de... somemore i so hot-temper de... so its NOT MY FAULT FOR SHOUTING... haiya... now no mood to type le... got alot of things to say but now... ARGHZ...

sometimes i wish i could just faint while crossing the road and kana run over by a car or even better a cement-mixer den go into coma and sleep forever... YEAH! i having suicidal thoughts... but i not so brave can cut my wrist (i have low tolerance for pain!) or jump down from building so i am keeping my fingers cross that i can be so so so suay to be run over by some drunk drivers, kana hit by flower pot which belongs to some gardening-enthu who thinks that her huge mexican cactus can balance on the parapet, kana push down the escalator by some shopaholics rushing for sale of sanitary pads, or maybe poison by some hawker who mistakenly add rat powder rather than salt into my chay kway teow...

_gone to eat chay kway teow_